This is the life of Pete.
My life races and this is my account of it all.

Friday, January 13, 2006

It’s a rare condition, this day and age,To read any good news on the newspaper pageLove and tradition of the grand design,Some people say it’s even harder to findWell then there must be some magic clueInside these tearful walls

Cause all I see is a tower of dreamsReal love burstin’ out of every seam.As days go by, we’re gonna fill our house with happiness.The moon may cry,We’re gonna smother the blues with tenderness.

When days go by, there’s room fr you, room for me,For gentle hearts an opportunity.As days go by, It’s the bigger love of the family...